A poem by Heather Farley:
You’re a wanderer of the dusk.
I’ll love you in the dark and in the light,
I hope you’ll love me in your shadows.
You were born to leave me,
Maybe tomorrow, maybe yesterday,
You’re not going to change.
I wish you would,
But I’m scared to think you might…
You’re a waltzing ghost to me,
I underestimated how erotic I find you,
The moment of understanding,
Awoke me finally from my nightmares,
Lying behind your shadow in the grey sheets,
I wonder if my smile is a memory you hold dear,
Yours made me hope I might be capable of love.
I’ll be immortal with you forever;
In haze of drunken memories,
You’ll stay burning on, even when I’m fragments of dark ash to you.
Run away in the lighting you most love,
Prove me right though I long to be wrong,
I’ll follow pictures of you into my past,
I’ll watch you wander away as you so frequently do,
Left alone I don’t feel guilt or torment, just empty.
Missing something I saw once in the evening’s dusk,
Someday I’ll stop writing about you,
Stop dreaming about you,
But not today, today I’m in love with the absence of you.